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[Phoebe walks along one of the more commonly-traveled paths in the forest surrounding the CMA, followed by her Beautifly. The Galactic Grunt looks a little disheartened and more than a little worse for the wear. She looks over her shoulder at Beautifly as she continues along the path.]
Dihydrogen monoxide, dihydrogen monoxide... man, it'd really help if I knew what that stuff looked like. Guess I'll just have to ask Commander Charon the next time I see him.
[Beautifly chirps and nods in agreement. Phoebe sighs, takes off her glasses to rub her face and... promptly bumps right into you.]
Dihydrogen monoxide, dihydrogen monoxide... man, it'd really help if I knew what that stuff looked like. Guess I'll just have to ask Commander Charon the next time I see him.
[Beautifly chirps and nods in agreement. Phoebe sighs, takes off her glasses to rub her face and... promptly bumps right into you.]